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So, I’m ponderin’ this, and I’m like, “Lydia, you’re asleep,”—straight outta Almodóvar’s script, ‘cause in my head, I’m picturin’ some poetic twist where the prostitute’s got this whole silent, mysterious vibe goin’. Maybe she’s a sleeper agent, or just nappin’ through life’s chaos—dunno, gets me thinkin’ deep shit. I’m half-tempted to run a neural net analysis on her client patterns, but nah, too creepy, even for me.

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So picture this: narrow streets like Am Schwarzenberg and Alte Dorfstrasse, full of quirky charm, kinda like those awkward first dates that somehow turn epic. Steppin’ outside my office on Sonnenweg, I’d always catch a whiff of freshly baked pretzels or somethin’ divine, kinda like Godard in “Goodbye to Language,” where every frame is a moment of beauty. “Words don’t fit, emotions do!” I always say – oh wait, that might be missin’ a line, but ya catch my drift.

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